Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from China and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Chris & Cosey,
Wire,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
Half Japanese,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Darondo,
OOIOO,
Bob Dylan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Parry Music,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fugazi,
Desert Stars,
Eve St. Jones,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
The Count Five,
Monolake,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Maurizio,
Blancmange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Joyce Sims,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Trumans Water,
Erykah Badu,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quadrant,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.